#andrew garfield!peter

“peter, i hate school,” you told him. you had come in from class and borderline face planted on the couch next to him. your feet dangled off the edge of the couch.

the college semester had started a week ago, and you were not doing good. you weren’t as academically gifted as peter, so you tended to struggle. over the summer you and peter had officially moved in together.

the change wasn’t really much, seeing as you spent most nights together at his apartment or at yours. it was better for your roommates and financially if you just moved in together, so you did. not to mention how happy the endeavor had made you.

peter’s hand traced shapes on the back of your neck and he hummed comfortingly. “i’m sorry, honey,” peter said quietly. “you don’t have much school left though. just this year and we can settle in a little more.”

he was right, and you hated it. just a little longer and your life would chill out and be a tad more monotonous. a little more routine would do you some good.

you groaned, and turned so that you were lying on your side. you looked up at peter; his face was soft and you could see the faint signs of crow’s feet near his eyes. peter scooted a little closer to you, and you lifted your head to rest atop his thigh.

peter’s hand moved to trace shapes on your upper arm. when you glanced back up at him, you noticed how he had zoned out slightly. you tapped the thigh you laid on. “i like this, pete,” you started. “living with you, i mean. it makes a lot of things easier.”

“what, do you mean how i help you with your homework?” he joked. he turned his head to look down at you again. that much was true, peter did have a penchant for helping you with homework. but that was beside the point.

you snorted. “no, you know that’s not what i meant. even though i do appreciate that.” you paused for second, then continued. “just being around you makes life easier.” peter had slipped into your life quickly snd easily, but somehow not fast enough. he had become everything you hadn’t known you needed, and swiftly swept you into a world of warmth and love that you hadn’t known had a place for you. but, there he was, and he was yours.

a comfortable silence filled the air around you. the sounds of new york traffic quietly seeped in through the walls. over the years you had gotten used to the sounds new york always expressed, and they turned into a lullaby over the years.

you could also hear peter’s breathing from above you, and if you focused hard enough you could feel it faintly brush against your face. one of the best things about living with peter was this: just being close to him, especially when you didn’t say much.

“are you going on patrol tonight?” you asked quietly. it’s not that you didn’t want him to go on patrol, you knew why he did what he did. it was just that you liked to keep him to yourself sometimes. he was the fuzzy side of the velcro to your prickly side, one might say.

you could feel him sigh. “maybe for a little bit. things have been pretty low-key lately so i don’t think ill be out for long.” the silence returned again. “maybe i’ll get a cat out of a tree or something.” you snorted quietly. his hand squeezed your arm lightly, and he moved his hand to your face and began tracing over your lips and cheeks with his fingers.

you closed your eyes. his touch was nothing if not gentle, always. it was one thing you’d always admire about peter. despite all the loss and pain he had endured he never stopped being gentle and kind to everything that surrounded him.

you thought for a short moment about dinner, and quickly decided that you did t have it in you to make anything. peter would gladly take up the responsibility, but you had a better idea. “i think i’ll go for a walk. maybe pickup food from that greek food truck you like or something.” your eyes flicked back up and him to gauge his reaction. his eyes widened minutely.

“that sounds like a great idea,” you could hear the satisfaction in his voice. it wasn’t particularly your favorite place to eat, but you loved how giddy peter would get when you even mentioned it. “can you get me the-“

you cut him off. “i know exactly what to get you, sweetheart. don’t worry about it,” you turned and smiled up at him. ever a creature of habit, especially when it came to food, peter was easy to memorize in that regard.

you sat up, and heard peter grunt in faux annoyance from the loss of contact. you then leaned into him, your head lying on his shoulder. peter returned the contact by laying his head on top of yours. you set your hand open on his knee. you could feel him look at it for a few moments, so you wiggled your fingers urging him to grab it.

peter laced his fingers with yours and he squeezed it twice. the callouses that were there were strangely comforting; they were just so effortlessly peter, after all. “what time are you going to leave?” you asked him, your voice just above a whisper. you pushed away the sinking feeling in your gut that always arose when peter did his spider-man things.

“i’m not on a tight schedule,” he murmured back. “i’m pretty comfy right now, so who’s to say.” he kissed the crown of your head once. you could feel him linger briefly before he pulled away. you pulled your laced hands to your lips and kiss the back of his.

you hummed lowly. “please, be careful,” you whispered. he was always as safe as he could be, and you knew that. knowing didn’t stop you from worrying, though. “we still have leftover ice cream in the fridge, and i’m not finishing that by myself.” you kissed his hand once more.

You sat in front of him, your legs parted as he knelt behind you, fucking into you slowly. Peter’s strong grip kept you upright, and you leaned back to feel the warmth and safety of his embrace. As your mouth dropped open from how good he felt rocking into you from this angle, your eyes fluttered shut and you lost yourself in the pleasure that was Peter’s touch.

A soft whimper escaped your lips as you reluctantly blinked your eyes open, but you gasped when you focused and noticed what he wanted you to see. You weren’t sure when he set it up, but a full length mirror sat at the end of the bed, and it framed where the two of you were perfectly. Even in the low light of the room, you saw both your figures clearly.

“That’s it,” he cooed as he thrust into you once, “Look at how beautiful you are.”

You moaned loudly and closed your eyes once more.

“Uh-uh,” Peter gently grabbed your chin and forced you to keep your line of sight on the mirror, “I want you to watch.”

“Peter…” you whined as you blinked your eyes open again. It didn’t go unnoticed that he didn’t move again until you did.

“See?” his tone was low as he kissed the side of your face, “Look how beautiful you are.”

You gasped when he thrust into you once, but harder this time. Your body almost jolted forward if it weren’t for Peter’s strong grip keeping you in place. As much as you wanted to close your eyes and enjoy the feeling of his cock inside you, you knew he would stop if you did. So, you kept them open and trained on his face as he watched you in the mirror.

“That’s it sweetheart,” Peter murmured as he rocked into you at a slow and steady pace.

Skin slapped against skin as both of you locked eyes in the mirror. From that though, you saw the fire that burned within his eyes with every thrust of his hips, and you felt the low mumble from deep in his chest against your back. You saw how his hair stuck to his forehead from the sweat and it only made him more beautiful to you. And then your eyes trailed down both your figures.

Between your legs, you could make out the distinct shape of his cock whenever he pulled out from you. And then it disappeared inside you when he thrust forward again, burying it deep inside you. The added visual made you moan louder as you clung to Peter’s arms.

He gritted his teeth as he felt you clench around him, and then Peter’s eyes followed yours. He watched for a few moments as his cock appeared and then disappeared with his thrusts. Then, he made a low, deep sound you had never heard from him ever before. And it sent a pulse of need right to your core.

“Fuck,” Peter breathed, “Look at us,” he thrust once more, “Look how you fit me so perfectly,” he thrust again, filling you to the brim.

“Yes,” you murmured as your eyes glazed over, “Peter.”

“Look how beautiful you look like this,” he caressed your chin where he still held you while his other arm stayed around your body to pin you against him, “Look how well you take my cock.”

“Oh fuck,” you moaned as a chill ran up your spine from Peter’s words.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he cooed.

You dug your nails into his skin, “Peter… Yes…” you moaned, “So good, Pete… I…”

“What is it?” he trailed a line of hot, sweet kisses along your skin, “Tell me,” he said as he met your gaze in the mirror.

“You feel so good,” you whimpered, “And I love watching you fuck me like this.”

“That’s it,” he turned your chin to kiss your lips for a moment, pausing with his cock fully inside you to taste you before he turned you back to the mirror, “I want you to see what I see when I fuck you,” his tone dropped impossibly low, “I want you to fall apart and watch yourself in the mirror.”

“Oh shit,” you cried out as he suddenly picking up his pace, pounding into you with fervor, “Fuck! Peter! Yes!”

“That’s it,” he purred again as he grunted, holding back his own climax.

The look on Peter’s face when his jaw clenched made you let out the most obscene sound and you felt your body heat up and your skin tingle, “Fuck, Peter… You’re gonna make me cum.”

“Cum, sweetheart,” he groaned, “Cum for me.”

“Peter!” you screamed his name as you fought to keep your eyes open as your climax hit. You trembled in his grasp as you came hard, your mouth dropping open to let out all the sounds that Peter loved to hear.

“Beautiful,” he murmured as he watched your every expression in the mirror. He saved off his own orgasm for as long as he could, but from the way you looked so delectable in the mirror, he didn’t last long.

With a low groan of his own and your name on his lips, Peter came just as hard, His movements stuttered as he lost control as came deep inside you, filling you up. He too had to fight to keep his eyes open, not wanting to miss a second of the show the two of you put on for yourselves. Peter savored the gasp you let out as he filled you to the brim, and both of you exhaled sharply when you watched it drip down your legs.

A shiver ran up your spine as you felt both your releases slide down your skin, but you couldn’t move. You didn’t want to anyway, content in Peter’s strong grip. For a moment, neither of you could budge, both too entranced in the other’s eyes in the mirror. You still stayed connected together, and at the same time, your eyes both fell to that connection.

“That was so hot,” you breathed in awe.

Peter grinned widely and kissed your neck, “I told you to trust me,” he murmured in your ear, his eyes ever leaving yours.

“I do trust you, Pete,” you whispered as you broke the connection to turn and kiss him deeply, tasting him once more, “And I love you.”

He smiled against you, “I love you too, sweetheart,” he kissed the tip of your nose before he pulled away, “Let’s get you cleaned up, sweetheart.”

“You always take such good care of me, Peter,” you sighed contently before you let out a gasp as he slowly and carefully pulled out of you,

currently, he was at your apartment and you were both watching some sitcom rerun from the nineties.

but alas, not much of the show was actually being watched and absorbed.

you weren’t touching besides your lips, and my god, was he good at kissing. he was licking into your mouth with such an intense fervor that you couldn’t help but scoot closer to him ever so slightly. one of your hands was on your leg, which was bent, while the other was making small movements over to peter’s hand.

the small smacking sounds from your lips seemed to be deafening over the sound of the television. every now and then, you could hear him exhale rather strongly whilst you felt it on your face.

he reached over and grabbed your knee, attempting to urge your leg to straddle his waist.

evidently needing to get closer to you, he pulled away after pressing one short kiss into your mouth before asking, “please?” he then leaned back in to continue his ministrations.

his voice was both shrill and hoarse. his kisses then migrated from your lips to your jawline, and he was quickly making his way down to your neck. the breaths that you made caught his attention and he let out a chuckle as you left open-mouthed marks against your warmed skin.

“what?” you replied breathlessly. “do you want me to-” you trailed off, much too embarrassed to finish your question.

“oh god, yes please,” his easy pulling on your leg pursued. when you pulled away, a thin string of spit connected your mouths.

you decided that you too, had not had enough and you put your pressure onto your other knee to hoist yourself up before slowly placing your legs on either side of his torso. the breathless chuckle he breathed out against your neck did not go unnoticed. you did not, however, settle your weight onto him just yet.

he slid his hands underneath the oversized shirt that you were wearing and tried to pull you downwards. because you were so much higher up than him, he had to pull away from the column of your throat.

he continued to try and get you to relax against him. you had become too distracted by the blown out look in his eyes, the ruffled nature of his hair.

he settled for situating his head underneath your t-shirt and mouthing more kisses against you stomach. small traces of saliva were left in his wake.

he was always careful enough to only suck marks that would be covered by your shirt (ever such the gentleman).

he hummed into your skin, laid down another kiss, and whispered another plea.

“c’mon.”

it was soft, gentle, but nonetheless convinced you.

you settled down onto his lap, and he pulled out from underneath your t-shirt. he began leaving languid kisses along your neck again. the feeling of his hands splayed across your back would’ve been overwhelming in another scenario, but they felt just perfect for the time being.

peter was encompassing you entirely, and you had no problem with the line blurring between you two. there was no telling where he began and you ended, and vice versa.

you huffed out a jagged sigh. this had motivated peter to make his way back to your lips, and this he did.

he left tentative kisses wherever he went. he was always like this, subdued and sensitive. though, he was by no means shy.

when you were alone, something unleashed from him. something that never seemed to never stopped craving you. his thirst for you never satiated.

he moved his hands from your back to your waist, and pulled you closer. you abided and scooted as close as was humanly possible to him.

your hands were on either side of his face, your thumbs on the part of his cheek closest to his ear. you could almost hear his heartbeat; you were sure that he could hear yours (he had told you the benefits of his spider senses once, but you had been, um, preoccupied).

he pulled away and smiled at you, turning to leave a kiss on your palm before leaning back in.

“you taste good,” he said after saying your name.

you responded after kissing him one short time, “yeah?”

he didn’t respond vocally this time, opting to only answer with “mhm,” which you could feel the vibrations of.

the lewd wet noises emitting from your mouths should have been embarrassing, neither of you paid any mind.

every so often you would exhale out of your nose, which you’re sure he could feel against his cheek. “quit holding your breath,” he would sometimes say.

your knees were digging into the couch, so you adjusted yourself to avoid any further pain. this resulted in something that was a mix of a groan and a whine from peter.

his lips were very soft, and the feeling of his tongue inside your mouth felt foreign, but commonplace. he was always so gentle, and this was demonstrated by the way that he was licking in short motions in your mouth.

this time, you were the one to part from him. you began leaving kisses from his cheek to a spot behind his ear. your efforts demonstrated to be successful, as the noises leaving peter’s mouth were nothing short of blissful.

eventually, he pulled your face away from his neck and guided it back to his own.

his hands had migrated to your back again, and yours to his. you thought that you might have felt him scratching into your skin, but you weren’t too sure. you’d be able to tell later in the mirror.

in the background, the tv had begun to play a commercial for some erectile dysfuntion drug. the irony of this was not lost on either of you. you disconnected and laughed hoarsely.

when you clocked in, you knew that something or other was going to go wrong. and, as always, you were very correct. someone tried coming in before you were even opened, and yelled at you once you had. an old man tried to haggle you for lower prices, and yelled at you when you told him that the prices weren’t under your control. oh, if only you could say, “dude, i just work here.”

you hit your limit when an upset middle aged woman poured her half-empty soda down your front. it was then that your manager let you go home. it was only thirty minutes before you were off anyway, but thirty minutes was thirty minutes.

so, you walked home in the new york summer heat covered in what you thought to be dr. pepper. you were quite sticky and very unpleasant.

by the time you had gotten back to your shared apartment, pete had already left for his evening patrol. you had figured that he’d be gone, but that didn’t stop you from hoping that you’d get a goodbye kiss. oh, well. you’d see him later when he slipped into bed and pressed his cold fingers against your back.

after setting your things down the first thing you did was get in the shower. leaving your clothes on the floor, you decided that you’d deal with that once you weren’t sticky nor covered in grime. the water from the shower was almost a little too warm, but you didn’t mind. it was quite relaxing to stand and do nothing for the first time all day.

you got out of the shower, put on your crummiest, most comfortable pjs and borderline face planted onto the bed. your shoulders ached as you desperately tried to release the tension from your body. you couldn’t quite fully relax into the mattress.

a soft tapping came from the window. at first you ignored it, but it didn’t relent. you craned your neck just to see the one person that you wanted to see most. crouched by the window was peter on the fire escape, and if he wasn’t wearing the mask you were sure that he was grinning from ear the ear.

you slouched off the bed and padded over to the window. unlocking it, you pulled the old window up to open it as far as you could. peter noticed your struggle and pushed it up the rest of the way. “hey, you,” peter teased.

“hello, bug boy.” you tried to keep the exhaustion out of your tone, but you had a feeling that your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes.

peter pulled the bottom of his mask up just so you could see lower portion of his face. “what’s wrong?” he asked. when you shook your head, he continued: “hey, hey- what’s up?”

attempting to brush it off, you waved your hands in a dismissive manner. “i just had a bad day, is all.” peter leaned backwards onto the fire escape.

“come and sit with me,” he swung his legs over the edge of the fire escape. you followed and sat next to him. it was only then that you noticed that his backpack was placed precariously up against the brick of your apartment building. he reached out behind you and shot out a web, pulling the bag closer to him. “got you a sandwich.”

he handed you a sandwich, and you knew you wouldn’t have to check to make sure that it was your correct order. peter took it upon himself when you started dating to memorize your orders at every place you frequented.

you leaned your head onto his shoulder and took a bite of your sandwich. “i had a shit day at work, pete,” you mumbled through sandwich. he hummed in response, urging you to continue. you swallowed the bite you had taken. “got yelled at a few times, some lady poured a soda over me and i got to go home early. at least.”

your eyes flicked over to him, and you saw him nodding as he ate his own sandwich. “i’m sorry honey.” he took another bite, “i knew you probably weren’t doing too hot today.”

“why do you say that?” your gaze lingered on him as he nodded his head back and forth. it was a movement so particularly peter, you had come to recognize it. pete’s cheek rested atop your head and you thought that he faintly left a kiss on your crown.

a moment’s silence passed between you before he answered. “i have the spider-tingle thing, i’m starting to think i have a tingle thing for you too.” you heard him chuckle and his sandwich wrapper rustled again.

“well that sounds helpful. maybe next time you can tell me when there’s dr. pepper incoming.” peter full-belly laughed this time; the sound brought a real, genuine smile to your face.

peter reached behind the both of you and into his backpack again. “oh, i got you this today.” in his palm he held what looked to be a bottle cap with a painting of his mask on it.

peter handed it to you, and you turned it over in your palm. on the back of it was a safety pin shoved through the sides. “a pin…of you?” your head lifted from off his shoulders. peter shrugged, and you smiled crookedly.

he opened his mouth once, trying to find the words. “okay, uh-“ he shrugged again, “a cute little kid gave it to me. said that he made it himself. i thought you’d like it.” he held up his hands in defeat. you moved a tad closer to him and kissed a spot on his cheek that was just slightly covered by his mask, but moved the mask to the side with your finger so you could kiss his cheek again fully.

you whispered, “thanks, pete.” your head returned to his shoulder. “do you think anyone can see us up here?” it was nearing half past nine, so the sun had fallen quite a while ago. yet, the new york lights lit up the streets and the buildings along them still. you tucked the pin into the pocket of your pajama pants.

peter hesitated, taking another bite of his sandwich; it was almost gone now (you’d have to catch up, seeing as you had quite a bit left of your own). “…mmm, i don’t think so.” he placed his cheek back on top of your head, an arm wrapping around your waist to pull you closer to his side.

“you don’t sound too sure of yourself.” your foot that dangled close to him inched closer so that your thighs were touching and your ankles were just about curled around each other’s.

he pretended to think for a moment. “…i’m like 65% confident that no one can see us right now.”

he set his bags down, and took his shoes off. as he stepped closer, you continued to stay planted firmly. “there’s a spider,” you responded. as you spoke, you stayed in that same position. peter laughed again at your deadpan reply.

he walked up to you, and sure enough, there was a spider on the wall. it wasn’t large, so he couldn’t quite gage why you were acting so peculiar. he shrugged. “i see that,” he walked up from behind you and rubbed your arms softly. “do you want me to kill it?”

you turned to face him quickly, and he could have sworn that you gasped. “what? kill it? why?” your lips were slightly agape. peter shrugged again, looking around for what he could possibly be missing.

he leaned forward and kissed you on the cheek. “i thought you didn’t like spiders?” peter asked. he recalled past events where you had climbed on top of the couch, the coffee table, the kitchen counters; spiders were definitely not your thing.

“i don’t,” you said in a matter-of-fact tone. one of your hands reached down to his, and you laced your fingers together. at this, peter inched closer to you.

“i can kill it for you. if you want.” your face contorted into a semi-horrified expression. you glanced around, clearly very shocked at peter’s suggestion.

you exclaimed, “no, peter! you can’t kill it!” you said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. your nose was wrinkled, you were almost bug-eyed.

“i’m lost. why not?” every other spider situation that had occurred previous to this moment had resulted in peter “disposing” of it for you. one time, in fact, you insisted that he flush the spider’s corpse just so you knew, for sure, that it was gone. heck, you kept an eye out for cobwebs just to make sure no secret roommates were lurking in the apartment.

you paused for a moment. “can’t you like….command spiders or something? wouldn’t that constitute as murder?” the tone your voice held was lowered and almost convicting.

peter’s eyebrows jolted upward, and he began to grin. “what?” he muttered. “no, i can’t command spiders.” peter’s hands rose to sit on the small of your back, and he pulled you flush against him. once in an embrace, he kissed the top of your forehead. he was still biting back giggles.

after a long pause, you responded. “but it would still be murder,” your voice was lowered to a whisper. “i have a giant bug living in my home. i am now obligated to be careful and considerate toward spider-kind.” peter couldn’t fight his laughs this time. your blank, impassive line of reasoning was so silly, and he couldn’t entirely tell if you were being serious or not.

“okay, so we can’t kill it.” this seemed to be a non-negotiable.

“it’s against my code of conduct,” you reiterated. this time, peter could hear the smile in your tone. he pulled away from you to look into your eyes. there were crinkles near them from your smile, and he noted the sparkle in them.

he kissed your cheeks again, overwhelmed by affection for you. “let’s just take it outside then?” he checked your face to see if this was an adequate solution.

“yeah, that works. peter- where did she go?” you had turned back to the wall, and the spider was gone, not in the spot it had been before. your head shot back and forth trying to find where she had gone to. you stepped backward and your back thumped into peter’s chest.

the spider had moved down to the baseboards. “oh shit- there she is.”

“where?” your voice was rising in pitch and volume. peter took one and, placed it gently on your jaw, and directed your head down to where the spider sat. “oh.”

while he kept an eye on the spider, you went to grab a card and a plastic cup to help evacuate the spider. as soon as the deed had been dealt with, a tension in your shoulders released.

“so, you like spiders now?” peter inquired.

you thought about what you would do when you got home. was there still that tub of ice cream in the freezer? there was the possibility that peter finished that already, though. you knew that peter had promised you leftovers of the dinner that you had had two days ago, though.

he had not texted you back for a couple of hours. you had an inkling at what he was doing, you had gotten used to it over the years. while you were somewhat calm, there is always a pit of worry that sat in your stomach.

the tap of your shoes against the sidewalk was a mundane, but comforting sound. it added to the regular city noise, and over the years you would come to love the sound. walking alone provided a sense of calmness that most of the time you couldn’t receive. (In the past, peter at expressed that he was uncomfortable with you walking alone at night.)

you knew that he was paranoid about the dangers that occurred in the city, especially under the mysterious disguise that the nightly darkness provided criminals. but, you assured him that your emergency contact was him. and while he didn’t answer your texts, he nine times out of ten answered calls. also, you had expressed your complete trust in him being able to find quickly you if you were ever in distress.

your train of thought was broken by a red and blue blur to your left. you smiled crookedly and kept on walking. spiderman, it seemed, was shocked that you weren’t giving him the time of day.

this was a game that you loved to play with him. he wondered if he enjoyed it as much as you did, but honestly sometimes you didn’t really know if he did. you loved to pretend, pretending like you had no idea who he was and occasionally even talking about him in the third person.

“hey there! are you in need of any assistance tonight?” he asked, speaking in a faux deep voice. you smiled to yourself and your eyes flicked over to look at him.

you adjusted the placement of your bag and continued walking. “no, but my boyfriend hasn’t texted me back yet. do you know where he might be?” your tone was lighthearted and your body relaxed as you walked.

spiderman stepped in front of you and began walking backwards. his arms were crossed in front of his chest. you were sure that if you saw his face there would be smug look on it. “oh, really? where do you think he might be?” if it was a situation where you knew that there wouldn’t be any onlookers, you would have stepped closer to him.

spiderman was about a foot away from your face at this point. “i don’t know, but if he doesn’t text me back i might have to call the police,” you stated before you stopped in place. spiderman then inched closer to you, and you looked at his mask. sometimes you swore it mirrored his actual expressions.

“this boyfriend of yours, is he frail?” he teased. you could feel his breath from behind his mask brush against your face.

out of the corner of your eye you noticed some people stopping on the other side of the street to perhaps gawk at your interaction. they didn’t loiter long, however, and soon you were alone again. luckily, there was an unspoken rule in new york not to directly approach spiderman.

“well, i mean, he’s quite sensitive. i don’t know if he could handle himself if he got into some trouble.” peter full belly laughed at this. his laugh was a melodious sound, you reveled in it.

briefly biting your lower lip, you contemplated how much more you wanted to tease him. “i’ll keep an eye out for him,” spiderman replied, “how’s that sound?”

you stepped to walk around him, but held eye contact. “that sounds amazing, thank you sir.” you turned away fully and began to walks your way home. quickly, spiderman whipped a web onto a ladder to your left and flung himself over.

from the angle that he was at, his face was at the exact level that yours was. you could still feel the flutter of his breath against your face. only this time, it was much stronger than before.

his web slinging was always graceful. you didn’t know how he did it, but you figured that wasn’t something you would ever need to learn. peter squatted upside down on one of the rungs of the ladder. his “special skills” (you didn’t know how much better you could refer to them) provided an ability for him to comfortably and easily sit upside down for situations like this.

for a moment, you observed how he looked. you could see the strain of his muscles beneath his suit, and your mouth almost watered at the thought of that. the flex of his thighs was definitely visible.

before you knew it, you could see his hands reaching up – or down, rather – to peel his mask off his face. instinctually you reached forward to pull his mask back over his face.

before you could do this, you saw him smile coyly. he put his hands over top of yours and stopped it. “i’m not taking my mask off all the way, darling.” the pet names that he called you always send a flutter up your spine and ignited the butterflies in your stomach.

you dropped your hands and let him resume his action. he peeled the mask down, just enough to expose the complete lower half of his face; his nose and his lips were the only parts exposed. he reached for your hands again, and placed them on top his cheeks. “your hands are so soft,“ the compliment made the butterflies in your stomach flap their wings more aggressively.

one of his hands slid up your forearm and tug, you assumed in a motion to pull you closer to him. you followed his silent urge and stepped closer to him.

with both hands cradling your arms, he pulled you closer even more. and soon enough, his lips placed against yours. they were soft, and you could taste maybe a little bit of the cherry chapstick that he had bought earlier this week.

you felt him smile against you. you moved your hands to cradle the very back of his neck, and laced your fingers through the few strands of his hair that you had access to.

you backed away briefly, but he brought you closer to him again. his lips moved gently, and he found solace in how he was kissing you. he was never really aggressive, always treating you as if you were glass that could break. before he even tried slip his tongue into your mouth you pulled away for the final time.

your hands lingered on his face, and then you began talking. “oh god, please don’t tell my boyfriend about this!” one hand raised to cover your mouth in false shock.

this time, peter smiled you could actually see him grin from ear to ear. “i’m sure he won’t mind. after all, I am the amazing spiderman.” you pulled his mask back over his chin and down his neck.

you didn’t quite step away yet your voice lowered slightly as you spoke, “please come home safely?“ the statement was a casual and domestic thing, merely a formality that you like to say because it made your interactions feel more personal.

“of course. i’ll be home in an hour? that sound good?” he flipped around and dropped to have both of his feet back on the concrete. there was a light gust of air at his action.

you nodded. “that sounds perfect. i might be in bed, my shift was a little long.”

he nodded, mirroring your action. one of his hands went up to cradle your face. “love you.”

“love you too, bug boy.”

“hey! that’s bug man to you,” he pointed accusingly.

a slight chill shivered up your spine as he pulled the sheets back and climbed into bed. you felt him fidget as he struggled to find a comfortable sleeping position. the sheets tugged as he continued to pull them up his body.

hopefully, he remembered to close the window this time. the last time, a couple days ago, he left it open and the room temperature had sunk to a brisk fifty-eight degrees by morning.

as the moments passed, his breathing slowed. you almost thought that he was asleep, until he started speaking again. “i love you,” he mumbled.

your eyes shot open. any sleep that you were being lulled back into was zapped from your body immediately. no one had said that yet. some sort of you was waiting for a perfect moment that might not even come. or, maybe you were too afraid of how he might respond. well, you wouldn’t have to worry about that anymore.

you didn’t dare move, no matter how much you wanted to. he continued to speak: “did you know you pull your tongue between your teeth when you think? i did. i love that.” did he think you were awake?

“one of your knuckles cracks twice. your voice goes up in pitch and volume when you’re talking about something that you love. you prefer to have your feet up when you sit,” he continued. his tone insinuated that he wasn’t speaking to you, merely to himself. “i think i’m going to tell you. that i love you, i mean. i think it’s well past time.”

bingo. he thought you were asleep. you attempted to keep your breathing as still as possible, biting back a smile. god, how you loved him. how many times has he talked to himself, about you?

thinking back, it made sense. that he loved you. peter had all of your orders memorized, knew and enjoyed watching your favorite show, knew how your parents took their coffee.

maybe he knew, that you loved him. you tried to show how you felt in unspoken ways, like folding his socks in the very meticulous way he preferred. or, like how you made him tea when you could tell his body ached from swinging through the city.

peter scooted closer to you. the warmth from his body radiated through you. he slung an arm over your form, and kissed the crown of your head. when it seemed the dust had settled, you swallowed the nerves that had crawled up your throat.

you inhaled, but tried to keep your composure. “i love you too, pete.” now, you didn’t have spider-tingle-senses, or whatever they were, but you swore you could feel his heart cease beating.

his body stiffened. peter lifted his head off the pillow to look at you, only to be met with your closed eyes. “really?” his voice had quieted to a whisper. strange that he had had no clue that you were awake.